The Luna Mist

The Luna Mist
When first I started writing this, I didn't intend it to be so Pirates of the Carribean-y.
But yes, it does help to read it with a Captain Barbarrosa voice.

The Luna Mist 
Unfurls the moon her high Earth rakes,
  she sails the nightly sky
Her cruise a silent waveless trek
  the zodiacal she ply
And don’t ask if she frigate be
  or could she be a bark
She’s a pallid powdered bloodless corpse
  a’fore the diamond dark

Excepting tarred and chapped deck hands
  there’s no Man in the Moon,
And as all ships, even them men named,
  her troth you’ll learn too soon,
That hulks a Grand Seafaring Dame
  not found on scrolls of fame
The Luna Mist, by blackfate kissed
  God fear you know her shame
There be no port she calls a home
  in olde world or in new,
A cursed Flying Dutchman, she
  a lorn, a curst, a scorn

She’ll cut a broadside when she’s full
  as once a month she’ll do,
A left or right lee crescent when
  she’s bow or stern to view,
As she runs the fires of hell
  she cuts right through the sun!
Where she’ll discharge her spectral crew
  to the Devils forge and chains
And next could she return for you
whence thirty days have reined?

From Earth it’s plain the sun does rise
  the stars they timely set
And gravity, as one can see
  from Earthly force begets
For Faith and Science I see proves
  it’s not our World that moves,
The Heavens stroll in fixed grooves
  like clocks divinely let

May I feel smug on God’s green Earth?
  here’s Heaven plain to me
And I am sure I’d not prefer,
to sail that Luna Sea,
Yet when Soul’s sundial’s shadow’s long
  may be that purgatory,
To haunt Miss Luna with chapped hands
  condemned upon night’s sea?